The world on the other side of the mirror must be better

he that is I is just an actor

must only duplicate my expressions no emotion pushing them out

behind my frown I know he walks off the stage and smiles

I know he laughs

through my tears I see the spark in his eye

he that is me does not live with all I see

If only we would switch, his emotions just my job to show

if he were me could he still look me in the eye

but as long as I feel he must act

I wonder if he hears what I say, does he cry when I say I hate him

worry if I appreciate all he does

but for once I wish he’d frown when I smiledd

or just once I’d like to see his world

but instead of asking who’s real next time you see yourself

ask who’s the actor